Little hopeShe occupied my memory And left me with sorrow aloneI can't forget her features I called her in please tone"Can you let me with you? I want to be your own What happened for our love? Your heart is like a stone Look at me my sweet heart I became skin and bone"She replied no answer My sorrow has grownAnd she made one gesture I wished to hear a phoneHer gesture meant speech "That she didn't care for moan

shakespear wrote:Little hopeShe occupied my memory And left me with sorrow aloneI can't forget her features I called her in please tone"Can you let me with you? I want to be your own What happened for our love? Your heart is like a stone Look at me my sweet heart I became skin and bone"She replied no answer My sorrow has grownAnd she made one gesture I wished to hear a phoneHer gesture meant speech "That she didn't care for moan

Every pain I take creates a little piece of my life.

I fell, stand and gathered the fragments of my broken self. Piece by piece I put them together but never to feel the same person I once was...

[color=#404000][i]We cannot control the evil tongues of others, but good life enables us to disregard them.[/i][/color]